07-29-2018, 08:30 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2018, 08:31 PM by NUI HARIME.)
ASPIRING FIRES !
nui harime — female — snowbound — eaglehunter — hard physicality
she knows the smell of blood like she knows the own grooves in her paw pad. she knows it's tangy, metallic taste like she knows the thrill of a hunt. nui has thrived on blood before and ichor, taking joy in exhibiting sadism towards her opponents. all cold lethality and playful savagery.
here she comes. paws trudging through the cold snow. feeling the frigid pressure but it's never enough.
nui's senses are ever as keen. she has a knack for picking out trouble, for sniffing out the future prospects of bloodshed like a greyhound. she smells ichor, hears the din of voices and the sight of toga, body stained with crimson like elegant paint is the most interesting thing nui has seen in weeks that her heart nearly drops and her singular eye locks onto the other.
she wants to greet her fellow murderer in battle. she'd be honored to sink her own teeth into the other gal's chest herself and relish in taking the other's life. she does not know why. perhaps it's a bloody display of dominance. a need to make herself known. nui has killed before and she has done it for fun. she knows how to play the game and she knows how to do it well.
something stirs within her chest. the burning urge to leap forth and test the hardiness of another killer. in the way, the two are the same, and something prompts nui to scream her presence towards the other girl with a swipe of deadly, hooked claws. nui can already hear her mind screaming as she imagines herself in a mock battle. 'look at me! am i a worthy opponent? do i excite you?'
isn't that how fellow cutthroats greet each other? she doesn't know.
perhaps she's just looking for company.
after all, nui always prided herself upon her battles and her kills. displaying and reinforcing her monstrosity was something of utmost pleasure.
but toga is not here for her, unfortunately. izuku is her only target. the tension in the air is palpable. they know each other, and her guess is confirmed when the pampas cat lunges forward, swinging her shiny blade as it glints in the sun.
disappointment creeps up her body. crawls up her throat and nui pushes it away. maybe if izuku is feeling in good spirits (she doubts that), he'll let her chase the other out of the territory, nipping at the intruder's heels. maybe then, if she isn't dead yet.
but she can watch. and she can urge on, and drink in the sight of gore and glory.
"get her, izuku!" nui screams her encouragement with unabashed excitement. but she won't interrupt any further than that. if anything, she's an honorable fighter. this is izuku's battle, and one he has to win. and if if not? well... she's always there to help finish the job.
here she comes. paws trudging through the cold snow. feeling the frigid pressure but it's never enough.
nui's senses are ever as keen. she has a knack for picking out trouble, for sniffing out the future prospects of bloodshed like a greyhound. she smells ichor, hears the din of voices and the sight of toga, body stained with crimson like elegant paint is the most interesting thing nui has seen in weeks that her heart nearly drops and her singular eye locks onto the other.
she wants to greet her fellow murderer in battle. she'd be honored to sink her own teeth into the other gal's chest herself and relish in taking the other's life. she does not know why. perhaps it's a bloody display of dominance. a need to make herself known. nui has killed before and she has done it for fun. she knows how to play the game and she knows how to do it well.
something stirs within her chest. the burning urge to leap forth and test the hardiness of another killer. in the way, the two are the same, and something prompts nui to scream her presence towards the other girl with a swipe of deadly, hooked claws. nui can already hear her mind screaming as she imagines herself in a mock battle. 'look at me! am i a worthy opponent? do i excite you?'
isn't that how fellow cutthroats greet each other? she doesn't know.
perhaps she's just looking for company.
after all, nui always prided herself upon her battles and her kills. displaying and reinforcing her monstrosity was something of utmost pleasure.
but toga is not here for her, unfortunately. izuku is her only target. the tension in the air is palpable. they know each other, and her guess is confirmed when the pampas cat lunges forward, swinging her shiny blade as it glints in the sun.
disappointment creeps up her body. crawls up her throat and nui pushes it away. maybe if izuku is feeling in good spirits (she doubts that), he'll let her chase the other out of the territory, nipping at the intruder's heels. maybe then, if she isn't dead yet.
but she can watch. and she can urge on, and drink in the sight of gore and glory.
"get her, izuku!" nui screams her encouragement with unabashed excitement. but she won't interrupt any further than that. if anything, she's an honorable fighter. this is izuku's battle, and one he has to win. and if if not? well... she's always there to help finish the job.